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[mood|
snazzy]
[music| raindrops]
So. It's 5am and I just walked home from campus. It's 40 degrees and raining.
One of the best walks I've had in a long while. Gave me a chance to really reflect.
I'm telling you. Taking matters into my own hands and cutting back on my meds was one of the best decisions I've made over the past 6 years. That's right. It's been 6 years, 1 month and 23 days, if I'm not mistaken. I feel the healthiest I have since that day. That said, I know I've got permanent brain damage. I'll never be up to par with myself pre-epilepsy/pre-meds. I wish I could find it in my conviction to sue the neuros for overmedicating me, but I can't. Although they were bastards who ignored me and my side effects, they put me on a dosage they thought would prevent me from having seizures. That's that.
Sunday night was my fundraising dinner. It went really well. BTW. I've started a raffle now. Grand prize is a Wii bundle. Comes with two wiimotes, two nunchucks, wiisports, wiiplay, and a 15 month warranty. Second prize is $100. Tickets are $5 or 5 for $20. The prize will be drawn December 7th, in time for Christmas. If you'd like to buy or think you could sell some for me, please do let me know. It all benefits my film.
So my sister introduced me to her co-actress from the show. Apparently at her request because she "really thinks [I'm] cute." Ok. I got a lot of comments that night. Maybe it's the haircut, the shave, and the nice shirt/leather jacket. I personally don't like how I look when I shave. Although there was stubble, I think my lips end up looking as if I'm wearing lipstick because my lips are very red and it clashes with my pale skin. Hair diffuses the situation. Eh. So, it's interesting. I'm not especially interested, but part of me was nagging to ask for her number anyway. 49% of me's a bastard. But alas, the too-nice-for-my-own-good 51% always wins out.
I was hoping the walk would tire me out some, but nope. Still wide awake. Class in the morning. Ech.
Yeah, Wawa meatball subs are so good. I've officially gotten over the price thing. You know, after being able to get three 10" sandwiches for $10 and have it last for three meals, $5 a piece is really upsetting. Last year, that was my grocery shopping. Wawa twice a week. Oh well.
Also. I'm in love with Layla Miller. I didn't realize EXACTLY how much I'd miss her until now when she's gone. Of course they had to bring her back as a figment of Jamie's imagination and make things that much sadder. Who cares if she's 12. Who cares if she's a comic book character. She's awesome and my perfect woman. Fucking stupid alternate dystopian future, stealing her from me.
snazzy]
[music| raindrops]
So. It's 5am and I just walked home from campus. It's 40 degrees and raining.
One of the best walks I've had in a long while. Gave me a chance to really reflect.
I'm telling you. Taking matters into my own hands and cutting back on my meds was one of the best decisions I've made over the past 6 years. That's right. It's been 6 years, 1 month and 23 days, if I'm not mistaken. I feel the healthiest I have since that day. That said, I know I've got permanent brain damage. I'll never be up to par with myself pre-epilepsy/pre-meds. I wish I could find it in my conviction to sue the neuros for overmedicating me, but I can't. Although they were bastards who ignored me and my side effects, they put me on a dosage they thought would prevent me from having seizures. That's that.
Sunday night was my fundraising dinner. It went really well. BTW. I've started a raffle now. Grand prize is a Wii bundle. Comes with two wiimotes, two nunchucks, wiisports, wiiplay, and a 15 month warranty. Second prize is $100. Tickets are $5 or 5 for $20. The prize will be drawn December 7th, in time for Christmas. If you'd like to buy or think you could sell some for me, please do let me know. It all benefits my film.
So my sister introduced me to her co-actress from the show. Apparently at her request because she "really thinks [I'm] cute." Ok. I got a lot of comments that night. Maybe it's the haircut, the shave, and the nice shirt/leather jacket. I personally don't like how I look when I shave. Although there was stubble, I think my lips end up looking as if I'm wearing lipstick because my lips are very red and it clashes with my pale skin. Hair diffuses the situation. Eh. So, it's interesting. I'm not especially interested, but part of me was nagging to ask for her number anyway. 49% of me's a bastard. But alas, the too-nice-for-my-own-good 51% always wins out.
I was hoping the walk would tire me out some, but nope. Still wide awake. Class in the morning. Ech.
Yeah, Wawa meatball subs are so good. I've officially gotten over the price thing. You know, after being able to get three 10" sandwiches for $10 and have it last for three meals, $5 a piece is really upsetting. Last year, that was my grocery shopping. Wawa twice a week. Oh well.
Also. I'm in love with Layla Miller. I didn't realize EXACTLY how much I'd miss her until now when she's gone. Of course they had to bring her back as a figment of Jamie's imagination and make things that much sadder. Who cares if she's 12. Who cares if she's a comic book character. She's awesome and my perfect woman. Fucking stupid alternate dystopian future, stealing her from me.